MixedThe Cardiff ReviewThe Caretaker succeeds as a kind of critical fable, bridging her particular perspective with a generalized sense of alienation and material dissatisfaction ... There’s a ringing prescience to the book’s philosophy that feels precisely contemporary. Curation is an obligation that’s crept up on us. Isolation and ceaseless data have made caretakers of us all, shut-in keepers of playlists and timelines, quarantined arrangers of meaningless objects. As such, The Caretaker acts as an analogue telling of our virtual predicament ... If this pederasty plot element seems to come out of left field, it’s because it does. And unless I’m misreading something, it basically returns to left field, not fully resolved by the book’s end ... a book steeped in its own noticing and fondling of objects and their particularities, and the dark associations that arise from considering these objects.
